The monkey on my back is a bear. And he wants to eat me.

She tiptoed down the darkened hallway anticipating every creak of the floor. Peeking into the open room, she could see the outline of her mother in bed. A quick glance behind her and she slipped down the stairs. A soft light came in through the kitchen door, beckoning her further. She reached for the doorknob and turned it, bringing the outside in. A puff of cool, fresh air lit up her face as she stepped into the night. A long, slow sweep of the yard brought a smile to her tiny face. The moon was a beautiful crescent giving sparkle to every blade of dewy grass.